Sneaking Around - Tyler Posey
Author: @mf-despair-queen
Characters: Tyler Posey/Reader
Word Count: 6.224
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), fingering, boob job, trailer sex, mentions of weed, weed usage because TPose is always high af
Notes: SO. This WAS intended for Posey Week for @thelittlestkitsune and @sincerelystiles but I got incredibly behind on it. But I didn’t want to leave it be. I promised Lau I would finish it. I hope you all like it. I feel weird writing for Posey and dunno if I portrayed him alright.
Are there things you never thought were possible? Things you couldn’t tell others about? Do you ever do things you regret?
Yes? Well, that’s good at least.
This isn’t like that. Sorry to tell you.
Sure, you never thought this was possible. Sure, you vowed never to tell the others. But did you regret any part of this? Absolutely not. This was the best things to happen in your short life.
That time you decided to start sneaking around with your costar to do… not so pure things together.
The first time anything happened started a slippery slope you were sliding down faster than you could even describe. You had worked with Tyler and Dylan for years, being the best friend of Scott and Stiles on the show since the pilot episode. You had grown close to the two boys. They were your best friends after all.
After Allison was killed at the end of season three, it was decided that Scott needed a new love interest. Well, decided for sure. Jeff had dabbled with the idea that Allison liked Isaac, and Scott was moving on from his first love. And moving on to who exactly? His best friend, Brittney.
It wasn’t deep into season four, maybe the third episode in or so. You couldn’t remember exactly. You just know there was supposed to be some kiss between your character and Tyler’s.
Well, between you and Tyler.
Your anxiety was on overdrive, having slipped off set between scenes that you weren’t in. You hid out between your trailer and Tyler’s, a tiny enough space that you could sit comfortably without anyone really finding you. Your hands were shaking, deep breaths escaping your lips, quietly telling yourself to calm down.
You didn’t hear the crunch of footsteps on the asphalt or them calling your name. You only registered that someone was there when they sat next to you, wrapping their arm around your shoulders. Your head snapped up, locking eyes with the dark eyes of Tyler, a sad smile on his face.
“Hey. You alright?” he asked quietly, his fingers playing with the sleeve of the shirt you were wearing. You sighed, shaking your head, no words filling the air between you guys. “Is it the kiss? Because I promise I haven’t eaten onions today.”
You cracked a smile at his joke, shaking your head. “Good to know I don’t have to smell your stinky breath like always,” you told him, Tyler shoving your arm gently in return. “I’m kidding, T. But it is the kiss. I’ve just never done something like this, you know?” Let alone with my best friend. “I’m just paranoid it’s not going to be good. I don’t want to mess up or make a fool of myself.”
“Come on. You’ve kissed guys before. I know you have. It’s no different. And we will take all the time you need to make sure you are comfortable. Don’t let me push you into something you aren’t ready for,” he replied, staring at the pout on my face. He shuffled in his spot, his ass wiggling against the ground as he fished in the pockets of his jeans for his cigarette carton. He slid the top open, smiling at the contents. “If you want, I have an idea to calm you down.”
“You let me suffer and I can kill myself off on the show before Scott has to kiss Britt?” You asked jokingly, Tyler shaking his head.
“No, nothing like that. I have the next best thing to death though,” he laughed. You cocked your head, your eyebrow raising at him in wonder. He grinned, his pearly whites flashing for you. “How do you feel about smoking some weed to relax?” He asked, pulling out a joint from his carton.
You giggled, shaking your head. “You want to get high now, T? Is this the best time?”
“If it’ll calm you down, then yes. It’s the perfect time.”
You grinned at him, taking the joint in one hand, your other hand slipping into his pocket to fetch his lighter without his permission. “A few puffs won’t hurt I guess. But if anyone asks, we never did this. I’m not losing my job because you wanted to get high.”
“Dude, I’m high all the time and they don’t do shit about it. They won’t fucking fire you. Now hurry up. I need me my weed.”
And high you got. You should have stuck to sharing the one joint he pulled out, but it was burned quicker than you though. You had swapped taking hits, Tyler showing off with the tricks he could do with the smoke as he exhaled. Your mind was growing fuzzier with each hit, your body relaxing into a blissful state. Tyler insisted on pulling more out, the sound of your laughter getting louder the longer you sat together.
Tyler took the current blunt from your fingers, placing it between his lips. “Like, why don’t people practice scenes like this all the time?” he asked, inhaling deeply from the smoke. As he exhaled, he coughed slightly, hearing you laugh at him. “Like, we practice lines and stunts, but why not shit like kissing? We have to be comfortable, right?”
“Dude, you’re so right. All the time,” you told him, stealing the joint. “If we practice, we wouldn’t have to worry once we are on camera.”
“Oh, I have a brilliant idea!” Tyler screamed, jumping in his spot. He excitedly turned towards you, a grin on his face. He took your free hand in his, rubbing it with his thumb. “We can practice right now! If you get used to kissing me before we get called to set, you won’t have any problem doing it on set!”
“Really, T?” you asked, unsure if you should. He nods vehemently, the smile never falling from his features. “Well, alright then. But this is just a one-time thing off set, alright?”
Tyler agrees, the two of you finishing the joint you were smoking. Your body felt light, but your head and heart felt heavy from emotion. Tyler was perched in front of you, holding your face in his hands, shifting forward to press himself closer to you. His nose rubbed against yours, his hot breath fanning over your lips. Your own breath hitched in your throat, eyes slowly fluttering closed in anticipation for what was to come. His lips brushed against yours softly, barely touching them. He didn’t apply more pressure, leaving you eager for more.
“Come on, T. Don’t tease,” you joked, your hands running up his arms, tracing the McCall pack bands on his left arm. Your lips skimmed his as your spoke, Tyler gasping for air slightly.
“You know you like it, babe,” he joked, leaning forward finally to mold his lips with yours. If you were cold before, you weren’t now. You felt like you were on the sun, your body burning from his touch. The spark of his lips on yours ran along your veins. His lips fit to yours perfectly, moving against them slowly to begin, allowing you to get a feel for it. Your nails scraped unconsciously against his skin, your body pressing closer to his, if that was even possible.
He pulled away slowly, the soft sound of your lips separating meeting your ears. Your tongue ran over your lips, your eyes remaining closed. You weren’t ready to be done. You weren’t completely sure if it was the weed that had dulled your senses or your desire to actually kiss the man in front of you, but you just knew you needed to feel his lips against yours, his tongue massaging yours, his hands on you.
“More?” he asked shortly. Your response was quick and simple: pressing your lips to his again. You fell to the side, Tyler moving to straddle your hips, his mouth never leaving yours. He supported himself with one hand on the asphalt, the other hand pushing your shirt up slightly to rub the skin of your hip. Your hips pressed against his, feeling the bulge that was growing in his dark jeans.
His hand dipped down to your ass, giving it a squeeze through your shorts. Your lips parted, your moan getting lost in his throat. Tyler took his chance, his tongue slipping into your mouth and dominating your tongue without as much of a second thought. You didn’t argue though. This was beyond amazing.
“Tpose? Y/N?” You both heard, your lips breaking apart quickly and both of your clambering to your feet. Your straightened out your clothes, brushing the black speckles of the ground off your body as Dylan rounded the corner, watching sight of you hidden between the trailers. “There you are! You’re needed on set.”
Tyler nodded at his best friend. “Thank, bro. Appreciate you looking out for us.”
Dylan looked between Tyler and you, smirking at your flushed face. “And what were you guys doing exactly?” He asked, and you knew what he was hinting at. Dyl was the only person who knew about the slight crush you held over the Mexican boy next to you. He promised never to say anything, but he was obviously hinting at it now. That little shit.
“N-Nothing, Dyl. We were just talking. I was nervous for the scenes and you know I over think things,” you rambled, Tyler glancing at you. Dylan quirked an eyebrow, the smirk growing wider.
“Talking? Right. That’s why I smell the weed,” he said, the blush on your cheeks darkening. “I’m offended guys. I wasn’t even invited. I thought we were friends.” He feigned being hurt, his hand on his chest before turning on his heel. “Next time, wait till after work. Now let’s go. We have scenes to film.”
Tyler kissed your cheek as Dylan walked off, chuckling slightly. “Well, that was fun. But maybe he is right. We’ll save it for after work next time. Because this was a one-time thing, right? We promised.”
If only you both chose to stick to that promise.
For weeks, things seemed to escalate between you both. You were glad no one seemed to pick up on your activities, never questioning why you always seemed to disappear at the same times. It always began with the idea to sneak off to someone’s trailer to take a few hits of a joint. But it always led to something more. And over time, things got hotter between you both.
Simple kisses turned into frisky make outs on the couch.
Frisky make outs turned into hands traveling up and down parts of the body, Posey having a fascination with your tits. His hands always seemed to find their way to them, groping at them through your shirt or, if he felt adventurous enough to slide under said shirt, through your lacy bra.
The feeling every so often turned into something a bit… riskier you could say. One could say it was because of the large amounts of weed that was in your system the first time it started, but it never stopped from there. You never wanted to admit it to him, but you liked it.
Hell, you loved it.
You loved feeling his hands drifting over your body, your lips always together after you shared a few joints, letting the smoke in your lungs do its magic. Your fuzzy mind always seemed to process exactly what he did to you, the feeling of his hands on your body etched into your memory. You always wanted more from him, hating that you were falling for him with each passing day.
You weren’t even nervous about today. Quite the contrary actually. You were excited about the episode you were shooting. But, much like every day, you found time to slink away with Tyler, hiding out in his trailer to “relax” with him.
If relaxing meant smoking a joint or two and making out on his couch.
You were practically on his lap, your mouths moving hastily against one another. The sound of your lips smacking against his filled the small space, his tongue finding its way into your mouth every time he pulled away for a quick gasp of air and reconnecting your lips. Your leg was strung over his lap, his fingers running up and down your silky skin, feeling the goosebumps forming under them. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, hands twisted and tangled in his dark locks.
His hand found its way to your ass, sliding under the ends of the shorts you were wearing to squeeze it through your panties. Your moaned reverberated in this throat, Tyler groaning against your lips. You were pulled closer to him, your body virtually on top of his at this point. The kisses grew hotter, messily moving against each other, never once ceasing in their efforts to please the other participant.
Tyler pulled away abruptly, blinking down at you, his eyes slightly glazed over from the weed in his system. “Can we try something new?” He asked quietly.
“Of course, T,” you responded, unsure if he heard or not due to the low volume of your voice. He tugged at the hem of your shirt, looking between it and your face as if to ask if it were ok. You giggled, lifting your arms and allowing him to tug the black, off-the-shoulder top you wore that day off your body. He glanced down at your body, the fabric slipping from his fingers to the floor as he gaped at your chest.
“Fuck you’re hot,” he mumbled, a blush rising to your cheeks. You attempted to cover your chest, Tyler catching them before they could. “Nuh uh. You’re beautiful and I want to see every part of you. You know what that means?”
You shook your head, Tyler tugging your strapless bra down, letting your breasts pop out, nipples growing hard in the cool air. His fingers wrapped around one, gently fondling it in his hand. A small noise slipped through his lips, something along the lines of “so soft and perfect” you thought. You openly moaned at the warmth on your chest, Tyler taking it as a sign to continue what he was doing.
His fondling got harder and faster, his head dipping down to wrap his perfectly plump lips around the other, kissing at the hard peak. His tongue flicked at it while he kissed it, pulling away to lap openly at the bud, swirling his tongue in circles around it. Your pussy ached for the same attention, legs rubbing together unconsciously. Tyler was too focused on your breasts to notice, groaning happily as he nipped and sucked at your skin.
His fingers found your shorts, playing with the button on them. He glanced up once, seeing your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling on him on your chest. He grinned against your skin, popping the button on your shorts and slipping his hand into them. His finger rubbed slightly at your clit, a loud mewl hitting his ears. Taking that as a good sign, the pressure on your clit increased, tracing different shapes on the swollen nub.
He finally pulled from your tits, pushing you back onto the couch and tugging the shorts and panties off your legs. A small part of you said this was wrong. You weren’t dating him. You were just coworkers, friends, best friends. Not girlfriend and boyfriend, lovers, a couple of any sort. But the nagging part of you was very small.
Like, .0001% of your body. No bigger than the nail on your pinky toe.
You had dreamed of this more and more the more you snuck around with him, the more things did with each other. You yearned for him, hoping he felt some semblance of the same towards you. You wanted to feel him touch you, to please you. And you hoped that time was now.
He kissed down your stomach, lips wrapping around your clit. Your back arched, moaning loudly from his simple action. His tongue would run along the entirety of your folds a few times before flicking at your nub, your body squirming more and more whenever he did. Your hand found his hair, wrapping around the spikes he had styled today and tugging at them roughly.
“Fuck, T,” was all you could say, your voice overly raspy from the arousal in your system. You tried to get more words out, but all Tyler would understand was ‘Tyler’, ’fucking great’, and ’more’. He smiled against your slit, two fingers finding their way into your pussy. “Fuck!” he heard you say, volume louder than ever.
He had you right where he wanted you.
His fingers pumped fluidly into you, curling just the right amount to send waves of pleasure through your body. It was like he knew exactly where to hit, the tips of his fingers rubbing the most sensitive spots on your pussy walls and pressing into your g-spot every time he thrust back into you. His pushed in and out of you as godly speeds, your body wracked with countless waves of pleasure.
His fingers spread you open wide, his thrusts never once halting in their movements. Your nails scratched at his scalp, yanking at the silky dark locks on his head, moaning his name for his satisfaction. He loved hearing it roll off your tongue with ease, his cock growing harder every time his ears heard your countless sounds. He was determined to please you, his tongue speeding up against your clit, rubbing it in different directions with only one objective in mind.
Making you cum.
“Come on, princess,” he whispered against your clit, his breath hitting the enlarged nub, making your body quake with want. His seductive words met your eardrums, lodging their way into your mind, letting it echo endlessly throughout you. Your breathing picked up, suddenly able to feel every pore in your body seeping with desire. Your walls were clenching around his fingers, contracting with every pump he made. Your head fell back into his couch, back arching with the orgasm that unleashed itself without your consent, your body not arguing the feeling of release. Your juices coated his fingers, slickening them as he pumped the remainder of your orgasm through its cycle.
When he felt you relax, he removed the digits from inside you, licking them clean. “So sweet, just like you,” he muttered, sitting back on the couch. He went to reach for your shorts, not paying attention to you. You rolled off the couch carefully, trying to make little noisy with your shaky body. Your nestled between his legs, pushing them apart roughly. The shorts in his hand slipped from his grip, landing on the couch. His eyes drifted back to you, meeting your smile. “Um… hi?”
“I want to pay you back, T. Please?” You asked, tugging at the shorts he had thrown on for comfort. His mouth fell open, gaping like a fish out of water. Your hands gripped at the waistband, waiting for some indication that he was alright with this. Your mind started to doubt this was right, your hands shaking with hesitation.
“A-alright,” he finally got out, his voice huskier than before. “Just this once, right?” He asked, your head nodding in compliance with his words.
Fuck, you both should have known that was a lie in the end.
Tyler lifted his hips just enough so you could tug the shorts down, his boxers coming with them. His cock sprung free, slapping his clothed stomach upon release. You licked you lips, admiring the well-endowed man in front of you. It had been a while since you had been with anyone, but you knew already, just from the sight, that he was larger, wider, tastier and overall better than any man in your life.
Your fingers wrapped around the shaft, your thumb smearing the precum he had released around the tip. Your friend’s hazy eyes watched you closely, sinking further into the couch to enjoy whatever you had in store. “Damn, princess. You look good holding my cock,” he shot off, no filter shielding his words.
You fought back the blush, stroking him carefully in your hand. It was slow, taunting the Mexican boy easily. He grunted loudly, signaling his displeasure with the slow motion. “Well, would you prefer me holding it, or sucking it?”
He eyed you, laughing to himself. “You want to know what I prefer? I’d prefer it between your beautiful tits after you suck me so I can cum all down your sexy mounds you have,” he muttered.
“Damn, T. That’s deep,” you joked.
“I’m not that deep yet. I’m not inside you.” Damn, the filter was gone thanks to today’s smoke session. He had gone full-blown perverted talk. But you couldn’t deny that you liked it.
You grinned, leaning forward to wrap your lips around the head of his cock, tasting the salty sweet liquid he seeped out for you. Your tongue swirled around the red tip, Tyler’s groans and grunts steadily growing louder. He felt your lips curl, knowing you were smiling around him. You were enjoying this. You were pumping his shaft, beginning to bob your head in the same rhythm. Your tongue run along every inch of his length, feeling the vein on the underside of his cock pulsing rapidly. Your cheeks hollowed naturally, the feeling around him constricting comfortably. This was the best feeling he had in a while, and it sure as hell beats his hand jerking him off every night.
You pulled away with a small pop, licking along his length a couple times before moving forward, hugging your breasts around his length. You looked down at it, confusion written on your face. Your brow knit together, Tyler chuckling at the expression on your face, finding it adorable and arousing simultaneously.
“Never done a boob job, princess?” He asked. You shyly nodded, kissing the tip of his cock.
“Sorry, T. Maybe this was a bad idea,” you said, beginning to pull away. He shook his head, his hand darting out to stop you.
“Let me take care of it then. Just hold your pretty little self right then, squeeze tight around me, and let me do the work.” His feet planted firmed on the ground, pushing off the balls of his feet to thrust up into your chest. The feel was awkward, you had to admit, but it was strangely hot to feel him between your breasts, the twitching and pulsing of his cock pressing into your skin.
Your watched his face contort with pleasure, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as he thrust himself into your chest. His motions were fast and uneven, but he was focused on getting to his peak. He groaned loudly, reaching with one hand to grip at your hair.
“Suck me, baby,” he grunted out, pushing your face into his tip. You hummed, running your tongue over the slit, savoring his fluids on your taste buds. Your lips wrapped around him, letting him thrust into your chest and mouth. “That’s right, baby. Just like that. Just like that until I’m ready. Then I will paint your tits with my cum,” he mumbled seductively.
You hummed around him, nodding slightly. You had never heard him like this, but you liked hearing it. You let him continue what he was doing, his motions growing sloppy rather quickly. The combined feeling of your lips and tits were too much for him, his breath coming out in hard pants. A few beads of sweat dripped down his brow, his forehead scrunching together.
“Fuck, baby. I’m so close. Fuck, Y/N,” he mumbled to himself. You smiled, pulling away from his tip. Globs of hot, white cum spewed from his tip shortly after, caking your chest in is fluids. Tyler moaned loudly, your name befalling his tongue. He dragged on every syllable of your name, his head falling back to rest on the couch. His thrusts got slowly, completely halting when no more cum spilled out of him.
You pulled away from you, Tyler looking down at you. You were covered in him, and he loved the sight. He wished he could take a picture to remember it forever. You grinned, reaching over to grab a few tissues, cleaning his cock first before cleaning your chest of his release. You watched him twitch, his cock growing softer over time. Standing from your spot, you pulled your shorts back on, collapsing next to him to snuggle into his side. His arm wrapped around you, resting happily on your bare breast.
“That was amazing,” he said, snuggling into your hair. You smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Can you imagine actually having sex?”
You thought about it, opening your mouth to answer until you both heard a knock on the door. “Shit,” you mumbled, tugging your bra back up to cover your chest, slipping your shirt back on. Your costar almost fell off the couch in his attempt to stand, fixing his shorts and hair. He headed for the door, opening it after you gave him a thumbs up, telling him you were good.
Dylan was on the other side, raising an eyebrow. “Again guys? You’re lucky Jeff doesn’t know you are smoking weed all the time. He might physically kill you. I just came to tell you that you are needed on set, Scotty,” Dyl joked, Tyler looking at the time.
“Shit. We lost track of time is all. Thanks D-Balls.” He turned back to you, winking once. “I’ll see ya later, princess.” Tyler rushed off before you could respond, leaving the trailer with Dylan. He smirked at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“Are you ever going to tell him the truth?” he asked. You shook your head, Dylan frowning. “You guys would be cute together though. I just want my two best friends happy. And to not have them smoke weed without me.”
You cracked a smile, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. “You know the best weed times are with you, Dyl.” But these are special times we can’t share with you. “I promise. No more.”
Blatant lie that was.
Not even a week later, you were stumbling into your trailer, lips attached to Tyler’s, a heated kiss being shared between you guys. This was pure passion at this point. You had one kissing scene and you couldn’t wait for more. You hadn’t even had time to sneak away to smoke anything, yet here you were, kicking your trailer door shut, your heels falling off by the door. Tyler was kicking off his Nikes as he stumbled backwards, falling onto the couch with you on his lap.
“Is this really happening?” he asked, your lips still nearly atop his. “Because I’m not complaining. I always thought the last few times we kissed or even when I fucked your tits, it was because we were smoking. I figured I was bat shit crazy for it. So, is this really happening?”
“Oh, for fucks sake, T. Yes, it’s happening. I have a fucking crush on you and I those kissing scenes made me a little hot and bothered. All I can see is us hiding out in your trailer making out, you fingering me, me sucking you. God, I’ve been waiting for this,” you rambled, leaning in to kiss him again.
He pulled away.
“Wait wait wait. You have a crush on me?” He asked dumbly.
“That’s what you got from that? Tyler Garcia Posey, are you serious right now?”
“What? I’m making sure I’m getting my facts straight first,” he said, his hands meeting your waist. “I just wanted to make sure my feelings were mutual before I stick my cock inside you and make you scream wildly.”
“Mutual?” You asked, finding it was your turn to ask a dumb question. “You like me?”
“That’s what you got from that?” He joked back, tugging your tank top over your head before you could register what he was doing. “Now, are we fucking or not?”
“Oh, we definitely are,” you told him, latching your lips to his. Your tongues fought visibly between your mouths, Tyler place hot kisses to your lips. He tugged you close, his cock pressing into his jeans already. Your kisses were fast and sloppy, but every connection, there was a spark you felt in your being. His lips meshed with yours perfectly, occasionally wrapping around yours to control the kiss the way he wanted.
His fingers fiddled with your bra, struggling to unhook it without disconnecting from your kiss. His groan was eventually drowned by your throat, pulled away so he could unhook the red lacy bra you wore. The straps slid off your arm, Tyler yanking the intrusive material from your chest and throwing it across the room without looking.
He dropped you onto the couch, standing up to remove his shirt and jeans. He nestled himself between your legs, leaning down to kiss you. Except, it was to kiss your breasts, not your lips. His lips wrapped around your hard peak, kissing it roughly, tugging at the bud with his teeth. You moaned his name rather loudly, squirming underneath him. His wet appendage lapped at the bud, flicking it in different directions. His hand cupped the other breast, pinching the nipple, massaging the mound between his fingers.
He swapped breasts, kissing at the other one, leaving red marks all along your chest. His fingers went to your shorts, popping the button on them with ease, especially compared to your bra. He pushed them down your hip, your ass wiggling to help get them off your legs. Your panties went with them, leaving you completely bare under him.
“T, I don’t want to waste time. No foreplay,” you told him, seeing him glance up at you. “Just the good stuff.”
“Good stuff?” He asked, a hint of sass in his tone. “You mean cock in pussy?”
“I mean me screaming your name. Duh,” you stated, Tyler laughing at your response.
“One in the same, princess,” he stated calmly, kicking his boxers off and letting his cock spring free, already fully erect in front of you. “Because you won’t be able to resist screaming for me once this one is inside you.”
“Well, what are you waiting you?” You asked, putting on your sexiest voice. Your opened your legs as wide as you could, Tyler’s eyes widening at the sight. “I’m ready for you, T.”
“Um, c-condom?” he asked.
“Pill. Don’t make me say it again. Dick. In. Pussy. Now.”
The man above you didn’t hesitate a second time. He jostled forward, pushing your legs back, spreading them further apart. The tip pressed to your folds, his hips jerking forward, allowing himself to slide inside your already wet pussy until he was fully sheathed. Your moans filled the trailer in harmony.
Tyler’s fingers dig into your legs, giving you the shortest moment to adjust before pulling back, nearly coming free before sliding back inside, your moan dragged out the entire time. He started slow, obviously teasing you, but he couldn’t keep that up for long. He was too impatient, and you knew that.
It wasn’t long before he was speeding up, pistoning himself inside of you. The sound of your sweaty, slapping skin filled the hot air around you, your moans joining the noise occasionally. The tip of his cock tapped your cervix, pressing against your sweet spot with ease. The friction, regardless of how wet you were, against your walls sent your sense overboard, your walls closing around him spontaneously. Tyler groaned whenever you did, his cock twitching inside you in response.
He dropped your legs, dark bruises already forming from where he was holding you. He leaned forward, kissing at your lips a couple times before burying his face in your neck. His thrusts sped up, if that was even possible. He was already pounding you like a beast. He just added in the speed of a god. The way his hips rolled against yours sent shivers up your spine, his pelvis rubbing your clit perfectly every time he thrust forward. Your moans went straight into his ear, the man above you grinning at the sound.
His lips met your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft spot at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. You were bound to have countless hickeys there come tomorrow considering his reckless attack. Make up was bound to give you a hard time, that’s for sure.
Your hands wrapped loosely around him, fingers tangling into his locks. You scraped at his scalp, tugging at his hair with reckless abandon. You didn’t care if it hurt or if he liked it. You needed something to grab at, to exert some kind of release on without your own release exploding through your body like fire.
Tyler pulled from your neck, moving your legs to wrap tightly around his waist. His thrusts were growing sloppier, his panting becoming ragged. Your eyes locked with his, staring into his dark brown eyes. No words needed, just tugging him down to meet your lips, sharing an intimate kiss. He grunted against your lips, tilting his head to the side to kiss you happily. His motions grew weaker, breaking the kiss to gasp as his cock sputtered, spilling every bit of his load inside you. The feeling of his hot juices inside you spurred your own release, your juices mixing with his. Your walls clenched around him, feeling his length twitching inside you as he spilled the last bit of his seed into you. His thrusts slowed, gently riding out your highs together.
Your bodies relaxed, Tyler pulling out slowly and collapsing on the couch behind you. You laid on your sides, his arm wrapping around your waist and hugging you close. His nose buried into your hair, grinning into it. “That was beyond amazing,” he mumbled.
“Yes, it was,” you replied, turning to face him better. “This isn’t the only time though, right? I don’t like the one-time things.”
“We never followed through with it anyway,” he chuckled, peppering your cheek with kisses. You giggled, letting your fingers lace with his.
The door was kicked over, Dylan waltzing in. His eyes locked on your naked formed, instantly covering his eyes and turning around. “I saw nothing, I swear.”
Tyler tugged the blanket you kept on the back of the couch over your bodies, shaking his head. You hugged the cloth close, hiding your face it in. “You know, you can always knock, D-Balls,” Tyler told him.
“Well, you guys can go home to fuck like a normal couple,” he said back, turning to you both. You shared a glance with Tyler, shrugging your shoulders. Dylan shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “You guys still haven’t gotten together. Seriously?”
“You see, we admitted feelings? But never took the time to say we were a couple?” Tyler said, his statements coming out more as questions. Dylan gave him a blank stare, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Really? You guys have been sneaking around to smoke weed, without me might I add still, and getting all lovey dovey for weeks, but you can’t start dating like normal people?”
You poked your head out from the blanket, staring at your other best friend. “You knew we were sneaking around?”
“I’m not stupid. I’m the only one that realized what was going on. I just wanted say anything because I wanted my friends happy and together finally. I’m tired of hearing you complain about the other,” Dyl stated, leaning on the wall. “Plus, Posey is a shitty drunk and mentioned you tit fucking him.”
Your mouth fell open, slapping Tyler on the chest. “Seriously?!”
Tyler stared down at you, blushing madly. “I-I don’t even remember telling him that.”
“Shitty drunk, Tpose. You have no idea,” Dylan said, turning to leave. “I was going to ask if you guys wanted to go to the bar, but you’re busy. Maybe another time. And fucking date already. If not for your sake, for mine. Then I know you guys are sneaking around to fuck because you guys are cute together. And save the weed for our apartment!”
Dylan left, shutting the door before he got a response. Tyler rubbed his face with his hands, sighing. “I’m so sorry. I don’t even remember telling him. And I was going to ask-“
“Yes, I will be your girlfriend,” you cut him off, twisting around to kiss him.
“Well, that’s nice,” he mumbled when you pulled away, his lips skimming against yours. “I was going to ask if you wanted to get dinner though. I’m starved and I haven’t even smoked today.” You gave him a dull look, Tyler laughing. “Fine, fine! I love you, don’t hate me. You are the best girlfriend ever.”
You rolled off the couch, Tyler watching your cute, round ass shuffling around to gather all your clothes.
“Damn straight, bitch. I’m the best there is,” you told him, giving him a wink. “Now get changed. You owe me dinner.”
Yup, never regretted this for a second. If you had to choose to do it again, you would sneak around with him again in a heartbeat. Maybe next time though, Dylan O’Brien wouldn’t try to cockblock you.
